The Boy Who Had No Choice Imagines

Not Your Typical Canvas

   A/N: This is what happens when you and kato_reads wind up talking about how hot Tom Felton looks in pink pants....

His eyes always caught your attention, that was for sure. But after that came his jaw, and his nose, his torso and his lower half. He was every artist's dream, and Draco was going to become your's soon enough. Sketchbook, pencils, erasers, watercolor paint. Everything was in place as you ran down the long hallways to the Slytherin Common Room and nervously waited. You knew since you were in (Hogwarts House of choice) that you had to get permission to enter, but you really didn't know how you were going to ask him. You may be friends with Blaise Zabini, but the Slytherin Prince was a whole different level. Sighing, you spot Zabini on his way out of the Common Room and race to his side. He smirks at you, ruffling your hair. Scrunching your nose at him you sighed. He knew of your little problem with the young Malfoy and was willing to help. All you had to do was choose a spot. You agreed on the lake side, where you found the best lighting and quite frankly found him looking hot there, so you told Blaise to have him meet you there. He winked and manuvered his way across the hall to the Slytherin Prince who was exiting the Common Room. Squealing internally, you made your way to the Black Lake.

Upon arriving at the secluded area, you waited patiently for Draco to show up. He arrived in tow of Blaise, who smirked like the Cheshire Cat from Alice in Wonderland. You smiled at the sight and shakily sighed, nerves getting the better of you. Draco turned and glared at the two of you, eyebrow cocked in question. Blaise explained that he volunteered Draco to be your model for a drawing, as you were wanting a challenge to do as a new project. Shrugging, and staying he had nothing better to do than to show off his good looks, you got to work. After an hour, things started taking a turn for the worst.

"I'm bored. Are you done yet?" The blonde boy wonder scowled, tapping his foot impatiently. You sighed in annoyance, then shot him a look over the sketchpad, which he returned with a smirk.

"No, I still have to get your eyes and facials..... Please hold still Malfoy. You aren't the easiest to draw for canvas painting." He ignored you and made his way closer to you, but tripped slightly and tumbled toward you, arms outstretched and a look of terror on his face. You gasped, and tried to move, only to be pushed and both of you fell to the edge of the water, robes getting wet, your suplies drifting off into the lake. You growled at him, standing swiftly and pushing him away, angry.

"You ruined it, you dork! That wasn't an easy piece and you were my model! Now what am I to do with you?" As you angrily stomped around, The young Malfoy had calmly retrieved your items by wand and dried your canvas painting, then reached for your wrist. You turned to him, and glared, until he silently handed you the fixed items.

Thanking him and gaping at the boy, he smirked and winked before leaning close, placing a quick kiss on your nose and whispering in your ear.

"Maybe because I'm not your typical canvas model, my kitten. You know where to find me if you need me again darling." He kissed your hand and left. Maybe he was right. It wasn't your typical canvas, but hey, he made it work.